Across the Spanish Main: A Tale of the Sea in the Days of Queen BessCollingwood, Harry
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Across the Spanish Main: A Tale of the Sea in the Days of Queen Bess
Collingwood, Harry
Adventure stories; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Sea stories
The little squadron--which had been hove-to during the consultation--
filled away once more, and carefully felt its way into the bay, and,
after many very narrow escapes of falling foul of the rocks and
sand-banks with which the entrance was encumbered, came to an anchor in
safety in the spot where it was to remain until such time as the boat
expedition should return. A boat was provisioned and manned by each
ship in the squadron, and Roger and Harry, who were always ready for any
adventure that promised a spice of danger, pleaded so eloquently to be
allowed to accompany the boat sent by the flag-ship, that Mr Cavendish,
after considerable demur, agreed to their going, at the same time
cautioning them that even a very slight indiscretion on their part might
easily involve the expedition in something nearly approaching disaster.
The next day, all being in readiness, the boats set off on their
dangerous errand about two bells in the afternoon watch, immediately
after the seamen had taken their mid-day meal. They were accompanied by
the prayers and good wishes for success from all in the fleet, but no
cheering was indulged in, lest perchance some wandering herdsman on the
heights should catch the sound, look for its source, discover the
lurking ships, and hasten away to the city to give it warning.
They kept as close under the huge cliffs that towered above the narrow
beach as they could with safety, in order to lessen the danger of being
seen to seaward, and after dark pulled slightly farther out to sea to
avoid the possibility of running on some rock which they might see and
avoid by daylight, but not after dark.
About nine o'clock, Roger, who was away up in the bows of the leading
boat, keeping a lookout, passed the word aft to the officer in charge
that they had just opened up a light, apparently on shore.
"That's our goal, then," said the officer; "that's La Guayra! And now
to find out whether there is anything in there that it may be worth our
while to attack."
He then made the signal for the other two boats to close, to give the
officers in command an opportunity for a final consultation. It was
presently arranged that, on entering the bay, they were to separate, and
each was to scour a certain part of the harbour, and join the others
again at three o'clock in the morning at the spot where they parted
company, the bearings of which were to be carefully and accurately
taken.
La Guayra lies in the hollow of an extensive but open roadstead, and is
built at the foot of a range of huge mountains, which tower up into the
clouds behind it, and at the back of which lies Caracas, now the capital
of Venezuela.
It was to the extremity of this roadstead that the three boats had now
come, and the twinkling lights of the town were clearly discernible at
some distance.
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